By David Kihara August 22, 2000

By the end of the Fall semester New York University, Joaquin Ryan was ready for a night of reckless abandon. It was December of 1998, and the sophomore had just finished the last of his finals. So he did what any student who had spent the last three months studying diligently would dohe had a party. Earlier, Ryan and his friends had bought a few cases of beer, and fifths of vodka and whiskey. Ecstasy and marijuana also appeared on... More >>>